You are summer – you never tell me no |
| Monday morning – the streets are black with rain |
| Under a skylight hovers sad and grey |
| Tuesday waits down the endless dreary lane |
| And every day is like the other day |
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| I am blue and I long for your caress |
| Oh... your breasts are like swallows a-nestling |
| You're the summer, life grows in you, summer wind blows in you |
| Summer rains flow in you, summer sings low in you |
| You are summer, you never tell me no |
| Summer, life grows in you, summer wind blows in you |
| Summer, you never tell me no |
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| Times are stale and the days are long and slow |
| There is no song can make me laugh and sing |
| Half past four, I pack up and home I go |
| Home to the void and fear the evenings bring |
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| I am blue and I long for your caress |
| Oh... your breasts are like swallows anestling |
| You're the summer, life grows in you, summer wind blows in you |
| Summer rains flow in you, summer sings low in you |
| You are summer, you never tell me no |
| Summer, life grows in you, summer wind blows in you |
| Summer, you never tell me no |
| |
| I am blue and I long for your caress |
| Oh... your breasts are like swallows anestling |
| You're the summer, life grows in you, summer wind blows in you |
| Summer rains flow in you, summer sings low in you |
| You are summer, you never tell me no |
| |
| You are summer, you never tell me no |
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Nova
Claes af Geijerstam
Göran Fristorp
From left to right: Kerstin Dahl, Annica Risberg, Kerstin Bagge
